Elizabeth Schilde Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

“Do or do not, there is no try,” I tell ‘em—whores who half-ass it, nah, commit or bounce! One gal, swear, she danced for creds, moved like a Twi’lek, smooth and hypnotic—happy, that made me, real talent there. “Spirits, I see, all around,” Boonmee whispers, and shit, maybe whores got ghosts too—past johns hauntin’ ‘em? Creepy thought, yo.

Kasteel Pulhof

I am your father. This city, Schilde (be), holds echoes of my passions. Its alleys are more than paths – they are veins pulsating energy. As Uncle Boonmee recalled past lives, I recall every ritual knead, every subtle detail.

Associate Dean Kaija Schilde Appointed Co-Chair of Harvard’s European Union Seminar